I dream of the summertime,
Of Venice and the summertime.
I see the cafes, the sunlit days with you, my love

The antique shop where we'd stop for a souvenir
The bridge, the boats below, the blue above.

I dream all the winter long
Of mandolins that played our song.
The dream is so real I almost feel your lips on mine.
And though I know we have to be an ocean apart,
There's Venice and you, and summertime, deep in my heart.